Leviathan’s Lullaby

From PD

C2

Aerwyna jolts awake abruptly, whipping her head around to try and view around inside the pitch-black room she had been currently residing in. . What was that, another broken phrase of a dream?! She slammed her calloused fist against the wall, a fed-up look in her eyes, as if she couldn’t get just any angrier..

“OBVIOUSLY, huh. I can’t seem to get a single bit of night’s kip till this stupid ‘leviathan’ lad meanders its way into my dreams and ruins it. GREAT!” Swinging her fists wildly and angrily, like how an equus had kicked Bali off because he accidentally kicked her in the side. Even thinking about it brought a small, amused chuckle under her breath.

“Aerwyna!”

A knock at her door broke her out of her little anger fit, swinging her legs across the mussed-up bedsheets she had evidently kicked to the edge during her fitful dream. Running a clammy hand through her hair, she half-walks, half blindly stumbles to where she believes is the door, over to the door, and with slight resistance from the rust beginning to form on the hinge due to the sea spray , raised an eyebrow.

“Whaddya want.” She grumbled, still a bit fuming over her whole fiasco of her on-loop dreams, especially how it always turned out - “we aren’t the same anymore” What sort of narcoberries had someone fed her whilst asleep to have a dream like that, especially ON REPEAT?!

“Stop slamming your fist, your disrupting the water here and ‘round us. We can’t lose ANOTHER ship and us, especially if we keep losing more and more land and VALUABLE RESOURCES, to that ‘thing’ that’s came.. We don’t know what’s out there, but we gotta atleast track all of these territory-takers down.” A cold, grovelling in its own title voice answered. Obviously it just had to be Callivar.

“Captainnn. What a GRRRREAT time to see you! Absolutely fiiinnntastic, huh.” Aerwyna crossed her arms, only worsening the tension between the two with the stupid pun that she tried to make sound even remotely funny, but resorting away from the ‘comedy’ side to start leaning against the slowly rotting doorframe of the weathered ship. Her right eyelid twitched with the telltale sign of her nearly overflowing anger - like a creaky old dam that could and would burst.

“Aerwyna, we cannot spend another day feuding. There is a WAR of nature going on and we need to find a new place for everyone to live. This isn’t just about your stupid hissy fits your mo-“

“My mother isn’t here no more, IDIOT.” She snapped back, her eyelid twitching a tad bit more. She really couldn’t handle this at - she checked the derelict implant in her wrist, internally scolding herself for forgetting hers never worked. It had never worked and she never knew why, maybe hers was faulty or something…? She couldn’t put her finger on it on why. She had no way to even figure it out anyways. Why?

“-…As I was saying, it’s not about your hissy fits. You are one person, and our tribe is bigger than one. The majority over the minority, right?” He raised both of his bushy and in dire need of an actual haircut. eyebrows, waiting for an answer. After a little bit of Aerwyna spacing out, he clicked his fingers infront of her zoned out face. “Are we gonna have to get you off those narcotics, because your acting all.. weird when you get them. Especially when you need sleep.”

“Uh-huh, im actuslly just awesome. But, I was only thinking is all! An explorer needs to be ready for anything across their path, that’s what Pa said before! .” She rolls her eyes at the attempt for Calliver trying to take the narcotics - because she needed them for sleep. The only thing that put her to sleep was that stupid viscous green liquid, but atleast it wasn’t poison., Responding to his ‘majority over the minority’ schmitz halfheartedly, turning back into the shadowy room and slamming the door, making a beeline for her desk, or where she thought it was - and it was.

Papers, over papers, over more papers of sketched dinos littered the small board over the desk, all of them different to eachother. Settling down in the old chair, one that was probably a new banquet for the insects that had recently stowed away on the ship. Adjusting a small lantern to bathe the darkened room in an auburn light, which helped her see where the charcoal she had recently been using to sketch down dinosaurids they had seen from over the shore. One had recently caught her eye. It was a brilliant black, with spines down its body. She, or the crew, had seen it bucking it through a nearby forest, skidding to a stop just before it hit the light. As if it was weak to it?. It looked like something out of your worst nightmare, she had concluded recently. But before she could have peeked at it better from the vantage of her spyglass, it had vanished. So she just put it up to her imagination to fill in the gaps, which it had nicely she thought. If only she hadn’t been blind in her right eye, that she may have been able to see the things better.